unwanted
My stomach sank upon the discovery. He had (intentionally?) placed the unwrapped gift on the windowsill. This was the window I regularly climbed over it to reach the fire escape and smoke.
I stared intently at the package. My chest tightened.
It had been one week. He did not care what lied beneath the wrapping.
I had invested much more in that damn present beside the cost. I had spent a lot of time contemplating and shopping. It was my loss of pride. A difficult apology.
There, under the Spanish newspaper comics tightly bound with cheap ribbon, was myself- unappreciated, unwanted.
I stared intently at the package. My chest tightened.
It had been one week. He did not care what lied beneath the wrapping.
I had invested much more in that damn present beside the cost. I had spent a lot of time contemplating and shopping. It was my loss of pride. A difficult apology.
There, under the Spanish newspaper comics tightly bound with cheap ribbon, was myself- unappreciated, unwanted.